Yet scorching heats and vapours naught
Affect the nerves of Skirnir brave.
Quoth Harbard: “Friend! I must allow,
Thy nature can all climes withstand:
Thou heedest neither Greenland’s snow,
Nor scorching suns of Negroland.”
Then Skirnir answer’d smiling. “Right!
Nor heat nor cold should travellers dread:
Were I a soft effeminate wight,
Think’st thou, I should so far have sped?”